I have free space in shower. Will you join me?

You notice the petite frame filling just enough of the shower doorway to make the remaining space feel like an open invitation.

You watch water trace slow lines down bare shoulders, over the curve of a waist that fits perfectly between your hands, pooling at the small of a back that arches almost imperceptibly toward you.

You feel the heat before you even step inside — steam, skin, and the particular tension of two bodies occupying a space deliberately too small, every accidental brush of contact electric, deliberate, impossible to walk away from.